searching for that fear
There was that chill in the air,
as I found myself relentlessly
searching for that fear,
the fear that inspires the mind with horror,
one that you cannot see nor hear,
my efforts seem so desperate,
and I searched with care,
I felt a longing for some fear,
fear that could cut,
I kept coming across doors that won’t open,
and windows that won’t shut,
my mind seemed tortured,
and my soul cries,
I tried to banish all good thoughts
as I closed my eyes,
darkness quickly filled the room,
and all around me in the gloom
I heard voices in prayers,
warning me of certain doom,
it did nothing but caress,
I became obsessed,
my mind was pressed,
and my body convulsed with such violence,
then my own shadow was staring at me,
rising slowly so that I could see,
it moved closer, I moved near,
finally, after hours of torment,
I found my fear.
Quote: One Joy is another man's fear...
© 2011 Frank Atanacio